at night when the stars glow,

sitting in the cool breeze thoughts low,

staring at the starry white,

with the moon shining bright

after an hour or so,

when you become cold in the toe,

sitting in the riverine bank,

as i wanted a yank

out of nowhere i heard a howl,

oh! i found 'was an owl',

spending long hours in the dark

i remembered a hark